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sdgnjkxcbnxjckghsdg.This is an explosive comeback issue. I can feel every word of it, honestly -- you are an incredible, incredible writer (and I agree with Andrea: none too shabby on the design end, either)! Page one made my breath catch in my throat and it kind of stayed there. Awesome.

ALSO, re: the milk puppets: the 24 bus stop on Sherbrooke/St-Urbain has a Milk Comfort hotline, where the blue puppet is listening to a phone...and you can plug your headphones into one of four jacks to listen alongside him. I plugged in...and was the furthest thing from "comforted" I think I've ever been. What a horrifying ad campaign.

The Rose was my supervisor. Her head is surrounded by a halo of gauzy, grey hair. She wears boxy, red blazers. She bears an uncanny resemblance to Margaret Atwood.

The Peacock was one of my teachers. Disorganized and perpetually late, she would come to class in a dizzy whirl of pashmina--out of breath after hustling in her Birkenstocks. She made up for these faults with her British accent. That, and she kind of reminded me of my Gran.